"I Became a Witch, but Now Everyone's in Love with Me!"

Chapter 50: Space Self-Driving Tour
 
"Your magic power..."

Even Myrtle, who usually dressed like she didn’t care, wore a ladylike outfit during spring break. She looked stunning—as long as she didn’t make that usual disgusted face that ruined her whole elegance.
“Is there really any training involved?”
“There’s nothing I can do!”

Jiang Cha pouted, her expression halfway between frustrated and pitiful.
“I don’t know why. I’ve been maintaining magical circulation 24/7, but my power just isn’t improving!”
She wasn’t lying.

Because, frankly, training magic power was a pretty crude and simple thing.
Witches were, at their core, magical creatures. Their bodies and souls were just containers for holding magic. Their true essence was the magic itself.
Under the right conditions, this "container" would grow on its own. Physically, it showed as maturing features and a gradual increase in magical capacity.

The container’s growth wasn’t limitless. But the magical instinct to absorb energy never stopped, so the body and soul would slowly reshape themselves to hold more.
That’s why a witch’s magic never truly stops growing.
But the process is slow. Silent. Adult witches might only see increases of a hundred or two hundred points per year.

So how could someone hold more mana without expanding the container?
By increasing the intensity—the concentration of magic within the same volume. Magic naturally gravitates toward denser concentrations. So, by creating a high-magic point in your body, you could draw in more magic and store it tighter.
That was the idea, at least.

“…What’s going on?”
Myrtle raised an eyebrow. Her apprentice clearly had secrets.
“Don’t resist. Let me check.”
She placed a hand on Jiang Cha’s shoulder. A thread of her magic swept through the girl’s body and soul.

After just five seconds, Myrtle released her and blinked—then tried not to laugh.
“You’re not sick. Actually… you’re lucky. A lot of people would kill for this.”
“?”

Seeing the question mark practically floating over Jiang Cha’s head, Myrtle grinned instead of explaining.
“What was your last measured magic power?”
“Sixty-eight thousand.”

“You’re over seventy thousand now.”
“Ha?”
Jiang Cha stared in disbelief.

“But… witches are supposed to grow slowly before puberty, right?”
Her voice grew quieter as she spoke, drifting into her own thoughts.
“Congrats, Jiang Cha,” Myrtle said, blinking like a cheerful schoolteacher. “By witch standards, you’re in the developmental stage—specifically, infant development.”

Jiang Cha: “…”
“To put it simply,” Myrtle said, pointing to herself, “a witch’s capacity for magic is determined by both the soul and the body.”
“That’s basic stuff. You do know that, right?”

“So… my body’s approaching puberty, but my soul is still… an infant?”
“Bingo~”
Myrtle was trying not to laugh. She couldn’t believe she’d drawn an SSR card on a casual pull.

“You’re going to have three magic growth spurts. Right now is the first—soul development. In two years, your body will hit puberty. In about ten years, your soul will fully mature.”
“Tsk tsk, awakened witches really are…”
Awakened witches were rare. Myrtle hadn’t studied them closely. After all, magic power couldn’t just be brute-forced. If someone had less than her, she could see right through it instantly.

So she’d been misled too. When Jiang Cha’s numbers hadn’t increased much, she assumed it was due to magical overfocus or laziness.
Now? Now she was just jealous.
No wonder awakened witches always ended up becoming omnipotent. Their baseline magic was ridiculous.

“So… all my magic training these past three months was useless?”
Jiang Cha’s face couldn’t decide whether to cry or celebrate.
On one hand, having high magic power was undeniably good. Witches did grow stronger over time, but later in life the gains slowed down drastically.

On the other hand, the time and energy she’d put into intense training… were basically wasted.
“Not entirely,” Myrtle shrugged. “It’s like laying the groundwork. Why do you think witches from big families are so strong?”
She gestured with her hand. “Imagine a container holding water. Training your magic is like pressurizing the water to make it denser.”

“But in your case, your container is still expanding. The rate at which water is filling it is slow. Pressurizing it now only helps a little with absorption, not density.”
“Still, the pressurization process strengthens the container itself. So it’s not useless—just inefficient. Twice the effort, half the result.”
“That fragment of the world…”

“Don’t worry.”
Myrtle immediately caught the concern in her apprentice’s tone.
“The energy from even a fragment of a world is far beyond what you’re dealing with now. Your slightly accelerated growth from it is negligible in the grand scheme.”

“The whole point of collapsing a world is to put external pressure on yourself.”
“And once your magic improves, it’s hard to reverse it… unless your growth rate is completely out of control.”
She paused, then glanced at Jiang Cha and added, “But even then, fragments are cheap. It won’t be a big problem.”

“I get it, Master. I was just curious.”
Jiang Cha turned and looked out the limo window at the vast, star-filled universe.
“…Why can we drive a car here? What ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) kind of logic is this? How does a steering wheel work in space? Does it really control direction?”

Myrtle: “…”
Yes, they were currently speeding through space. In a car.
Not in a subspace tunnel. Not using teleportation.

Just… driving.
The whole vehicle floated through the void, and it wasn’t slow.
Even more absurdly, Myrtle flipped on the right turn signal and drifted around a meteorite fragment.

There wasn’t a single car or sign of life within hundreds of light-years. Who was she even signaling to?
The planet?!